October Mama Blogga Group Writing Project Entries

With the topic, “the best things about this age”, I knew there were sure to be some great entries this month!
Check them out.

1. Terrible Schmerrible by Ursula Zamora
2. An age old question… by Tiffany (Three Ring Circus)
3. What is the best age?? by Jennifer Hitchcock
4. Emerging by Tracey
5. Don’t grow up too fast my darling by Summer
6. 3 yrs. + 1 yr, + 2 yrs? Are you crazy? by Brandi @ Home, Hope and Future
7. Day of Poo and Stinkor Looming by Maria C.
8. The best things about this age. . . by Summer M.
9. Like watching water boil by Shawn
10. The best thing about Abbie being 3!! by Jessica
11. Tomorrow, One Day Older by Phyllis
12. These are a few of my favorite things by boogiemum
13. Today, while the blossoms by Jordan (MamaBlogga)
14. The best thing about this age by Urban Mummy
15. When He Comes Running Back by Mommy Zabs
16. the best things about this age by melissa
17. Be 4 by Mama Zen
18. My favorite age by Deb - Mom of 3 Girls
19. The Blessing of Four by Jill
20. The Best Things About this Age… by Andrea
21. There is always something wonderful about this age by MomOnTheGo
22. Terrific Two’s by Candace

When He Comes Running Back

I love Lukie’s age so much. I wish I could freeze him. This may be due to the fact that I birthed and nursed a newborn when Owen was this age. I find that time so fuzzy. It may be due to the fact that the reality of his growing up so quickly is staring me in the face. The fact that his face keeps changing causing me to confront the disappearance of his babyhood melts me. All those things considered, the thing that hits me the most, the thing that tugs at my heart strings, when anything goes wrong, he always comes running back.

I’m still important to him. Is that selfish? I mean the world to him right now and I love that. I love his tiny arms around my neck seeking consolation of any kind. I love his craving for my comfort. When he’s close I still smell baby. I know that smell is fading, quickly.

He just decided he wanted a big boy bed. It’s early for that. We did it anyway. He has gone “potty” on the toilet 5 times at his own request. He goes into nursery at church with out a fear. Awe. I love these baby years. They go far too fast.

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Written for the October Mama Blogga Group Writing Project.